DISCLAIMER:
I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF THE CHARACTERS. DO I LOOK LIKE JK ROWLING. I OWN NOTHING!!!!!
The day that I heard that prophecy my life was channged in ways that not many people could comprehend. I had to become either the victim or the killer. Apparently this was my destiny. It is I, Harold James Potter, the one who has to defeat Voldemort. How could I do it? VOLDEMORT is the most evil wizard of this time. He knows spells that I couldnt even dream of. How in the world do I defeat him ? Can I even defeat him? I don't really know.
And yet here I stand while Voldemort lies dead. For once in all of my life I am truly able to breathe. I can finally breathe in and release all of the tension that I have been holding in since the day I found out I was wizard and why I was famous.
Despite the fact that Voldemort almost destroyed everything that I loved and held dear, I pity him. I know that's strange but I do. Despite all the power that he had, he was always alone. Sorrounded by people, but never in true company. He doesn't even know what friendship, or love is. He has never experienced what true loyalty is. His followers and death eaters were with him because of the fear of what would happen.
Hermione and Ron have always been there for me. Even when I was lost, and drowning in my own despair they were always there to help me. Even though I lost a family that I cant remember, I gained an entire new one, in a way, thanks to Voldemort.
The war is over. Voldemort's gone. I hope that he can finally find some sort of peace and that what is left of his soul (if he even has that) can find some sort of rest. For all of those people who lost loved ones, I hope that they can find the light at the end of the tunnel.
As for me, well, I think I might go to bed. With Voldemort no longer here, the possibilities of tomorrow seem endless.